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LANTY'S LUCK 

OR, FALSELY ACCUSED 
A DRAMA OF IRISH LIFE 

IN THREE ACTS 



By F. N. LAWRENCE 



BOSTON 



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LANTY'S LUCK. 



CHARACTERS. 

Richard Livingston, a genteel scoundrel Heavy. 

Gerald Vaughan, Claire's lover. Juvenile. 

Lanty McNally, a broth of a hoy Comedy Lead 

MuRTY McNabb, a tool of Livingston's Character Heavy. 

Pat Finnegan, a son of the soil Irish Comedy, 

Mrs. Livingston, a young widow Juvenile. 

Claire Moreland, her friend Walking Lady. 

Arte O'Connell, the sunbeam ofDunloe Soubrette Lead. 

Old Meg Morgan Old Woman. 









SYNOPSIS OF SCENES. 


ACT 


L 


Drawing-Room at the Manor. 


ACT 


H. 


Scene 


I. 


Landscape. 






Scene 


H. 


The Fair-day at Dunloe. 


ACT HL 


Scene 


I. 


Old Meg's Hut. 






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n. 


Landscape. 






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ni. 


The Gap at Dunloe. fSame as Scene IL Act II.) 






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IV. 


Landscape. 






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V. 


The Manor. (Same as Act I.) 




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LANTY'S LUCK, 



ACT I. 



Scene. — Centre door, fancy. Handsome furniture. Table 
with decanter and glasses, R. Sofa up L. Table L. Chairs 
R, and L. 



CENTRE DOOR. 



Do 



SMALL TABLE, 
DECANTER AND GLASS. 



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SMALL TABLE. 



Claire and Gerald discovered at rise, r. Claire wind- 
ing yarn from Gerald's hands. 

Claire. Keep quiet ; it's almost finished. 

Gerald. I'm not at all sorry. 

Claire. Perhaps my company is not agreeable. 

Gerald {starts toward her). Ah, Claire, my 

Claire. Look out ! You'll tangle the yarn. 

Gerald. Claire, I'll leave it to your own judgment, is it fair 
to keep me sitting here for three-quarters of an hour holding 
this confounded yarn till my back feels like an accordeon that 
won't shut up ? 

Claire. Ha, ha ! There, it's all done now ; and when in 
after years you behold my handiwork with this worsted you 
can claim a participation in its manufacture. 

Gerald {bus.). And an interest in the manufacturer ? 

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4 LANTYS LUCK. 

Claire. Well, I'm not so sure at present, but I think so if 

Gerald. If what? 

Claire {laughs). If I say so. 

Gerald. Claire, I'm not at all afraid of your not saying- the 
word, tor we have been so much to each other that I cannot 
imagine that we should ever part ; but tell me, Claire, how is 
it you don't go out of late ? Why, a few months ago you were 
always to be seen out on the highway with your bay charger. 

Claire. Well, you know, Gerald, that Alice Montague and I 
were old school-mates. When she married George Livingston 
she came here to Livingston Manor to live, but when her 
husband died she wrote me and asked me to come and spend a 
lew months with her. So I came, and, together with Arte 
O'Connell, have passed the time most pleasantly. All went 
well until, a few weeks ago, her husband's brother, Richard 
Livingston, came here ; and now it really seems as if a blight 
has fallen on everything. 

Gerald. He's not in love, is he ? 

Claire. With me .? No. 

Gerald. No, no ! Not with you — with his brother's widow ? 

Claire. I can't say. But it don't make any difference 
whether he is or not, she despises him. 

Gerald. Then why does she tolerate his presence here ? 

Claire. Because she can't help it. He literally defies all 
attempts to get rid of him and totally ignores the gentle hints 
she gives him as regards her desire to be alone. 

Gerald. He evidently believes in persistency. 

Claire. Persistency ? He believes in staying here till he's 
good and ready to go. 

Gerald. There, don't get angry — all will turn out well at 
last. 

Enter Mrs. Livingston, l. 2 e. 

Mrs. L. Ah, Claire, I've been looking for you. Have you 
seen Arte ? 

Claire. Not since morning. 

Gerald. Good-morning, Mrs. Livingston. Claire and I 

Claire {bus). Don't tell state secrets. Alice, we've been 
winding yarn. 

Gerald {aside to Claire). That's what I was going to say. 

Mrs. L. There, don't mind me, Claire. I know something. 

Claire. What do you know 1 

Mrs. L. Well, Mr. Vaughan don't hate you. 

Gerald {aside). Egad, she's right there. 

Claire. Of course he don't hate me ; but, Alice dear, Mr. 
Vaughan and I are going out for a walk in the grounds. You 
won't be lonesome ? 



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Mrs. L. No, Claire. Take good care of her, Mr. Vaughan. 

Gerald. Oh, I'll take good care of her, never fear. 

[Exeunt Gerald and Claire, c. 

Mrs. L. {looking after them). Happy as the day is long. 
(^Coming down l.) I declare, if it were not for Claire Moreland 
and Arte O'Connell, I would indeed be miserable. Poor Arte, 
she's in love, too, and with Lanty McNally. Well, Lanty is a 
good fellow, and Arte thinks him the best in all Dunloe. 

Enter Richard Livingston, c. d. 

Eichard {coming down r.). Ah, sister, good-morning. I 
just saw your little protege, Arte O'Connell, fishing in the lake. 
Still unhappy ? 

Mrs. L. How could I be otherwise ? 

Richard. Of course you naturally would feel down-hearted 
for a while, but there is no necessity for your whole future life 
being miserable because Providence has seen fit to , take 
from 

Mrs. L. Mr. Livingston, the subject you are about to 
broach is one that is more than painful to me, and I request you 
to refrain from all reference to it for my sake. 

Richard. As you say, sister. Have you decided to take my 
advice in regard to the diamond brooch I spoke to you about ? 

Mrs. L. Do you think it advisable that I should have the 
stones reset ? 

Richard. Did you not say that several of them were loose ? 

Mrs. L. Yes, one of them fell out in my hand the last time I 
opened the case. 

Richard. Then by all means have it done, and at once. I 
spoke to Squire Carroll, and he kindly offered to take them to 
Dublin with him to-night, if you would send them over to him. 

Mrs. L. Then I will get them now. {Goittg L.) You are 
very kind to interest yourself so much in me. 

Richard. Were you not my only brother's wife ? (Exit Mrs. 
L., R. 2 E.) Yes, curse him ! You were his wife, and to you he 
has left his entire fortune and estate. But I will have my share, 
cost what it may. I just saw Arte O'Connell down at the lake, 
just as lovely as ever. Arte O'Connell, I have made up my mind 
to marry you, and I'll do it, if I have to kill that vagabond 
Lanty McNally, who is the present recipient of your affections. 
I've a plan on foot now that will considerably lower him in the 
eyes of his admirers. {Looks at watch.) Time Murty McNabb 
was here. \^Sits at table R. 

Enter Murty McNabb, c. 

Richard. Got here at last, eh ? 
Murty. Yes, sor. 



6 LANTYS LUCK. 

Richard. And you would like to earn fifty pounds ? 
Murty. Try me, son 

Richard. You're not particularly fond of McNally, are you ? 
Murty. Lanty McNally, is it ? Sure and I'm not. Hasn't 
he thrashed me every week regular ever since we were 
boys ? 

Richard. I'll give you a chance to be revenged. 
Murty. You will ? What is it ? 

Richard. My sister-in-law will bring a jewel case here in a 
short time.' I will place it on that table {i7tdicatifigK.), and you 
will come in by that door in exactly half an hour and deliver 
this letter to me {^ives letter) as a sort of blind. While 1 pre- 
tend to read it, you will go over behind that table, and while I 
stand in front of the table so no one can see you, you open the 
case, take out the jewels, and close the case ; then I will give 
the case to Lanty McNally to deliver. When it is discovered 
that the case is empty, he will be charged with the theft. You 
understand ? 

Murty. I do. And a fine chance it is. Lanty McNally, to get 
even wid yer. But how about the fifty pounds ? 

Richard. You will conceal the diamonds about you and 
meet me' at the Gap of Dunloe at nine to-night. Give it to me 
and I will give you the money. 

Murty. Very well. I'll be back in half an hour and do as 

you tell me ; and at nine to-night I'll be at the Gap of Dunloe. 

So, so, Lanty McNally, ye'll see that Murty McNabb is able to 

be even wid yer. [Exit c. 

Richard. So all works well. The diamonds will bring me at 

least a thousand pounds, and no doubt open my pathway to 

, the affections of Arte O'Connell. [Dowji R. 

Enter Gerald a7id Claire, c, 

Claire. Gerald, you are just too (5^^j Richard.) Ah, 

Mr. Livingston, I did not see you at first. 

Richard. Good-day, Miss Moreland. By the way, are you 
quite recovered from your runaway accident ? 

Gerald. Runaway accident ! Why, Claire, you never told 
me anything about it. 

Claire. There, the cat's out of the bag now, Gerald. I 
didn't mean to say anything about it, inasmuch as it all ended 
without any serious consequences. 

Gerald. Tell me, when did it happen ? 

Claire. I was out riding about a week ago, when my horse took 
fric^ht and broke into a run. I lost all control, and in the ex- 
citement dropped the bridle and was being carried down the 
road at a terrific rate, when all of a sudden I saw a fellow run- 
ning across the fields who headed the horse off. Just at the 



LANTYS LUCK. 7 

brink of the chasm he seized the bridle, and after stopping the 
horse, gently lifted me to the ground. 

Gerald. Well 

Claire. When he had done this, I was about to thank him, 
but he stopped me immediately and said, " I've no time to be 
thanked ; I've got to rub me arm." 

Gerald. Ha, ha ! and the fellow was 

Claire. Lanty McNally. 

Gerald. I hope his arm is not injured. I believe I have 
heard Arte speak of him. 

Claire. Oh, yes, you will see him about the manor quite 
often ; he assists our gardener, Pat Finnegan. 

Enter Mrs. Livingston, l. 2 e. 

Mrs. Livingston {to Richard). I have laid the jewels out 
on my secretary and will bring them to you as soon as you de- 
sire. Do you intend to take them yourself? 

Richard. No, I have some important business that will take 
me in an opposite direction. I told Finnegan, the gardener, to 
send Lanty McNally to me. I shall send them by him. 

[Gerald, r. ; Claire, r. c. ; Mrs. L., l. c. ; 
Richard, l. 

Pat {outside). Hold on there, it's a whale ye have, sure. 

Arte. No, Pat, it's not a whale, it's a shark. 

Enter Pat and Arte with fish-pole and fish, c. d. 

Arte. Stand back, Pat Finnegan, or I'll scale the fish with 
your nose. 

Mrs. L. Pat, you've met your match at last. 

Pat. That's what I do be thinking meself, Mrs. Livingston. 
Arte was fishing in the trout pond, and I Says, says I, " Arte 
O'Connell, where's Lanty." " How do I know ? " says she ; " go 
away; ye'U scare the fish." "You mustn't fish there," says I. 
" Mind yer own business, Pat Finnegan." says she. And with 
that she got a bite, and near fell in the pond. I jumped to 
catch her, when she jerked the line, and the fish on the end of 
it slapped me square in the eye. 

Arte. Serves ye right. Ye'd no business interfering with 
the sport of a lady, Pat Finnegan. \^All laugh. 

Gerald. No, Pat, never interfere with the sport of a lady, 
especially if that lady happens to be Arte O'Connell, the Sunbeam 
of Dunloe. 

Pat. The Sunbeam of Dunloe, is it ? Then it's sunburnt I 
am. 

Arte. Never mind, Pat ; let's shake hands and be friends. 

Pat. Friends, is it ? Sure and it's meself that's proud to be 
friends wid yer, Arte. Ye're the sweetest morsel of humanity 



8 LANTYS LUCK. 

we have in all these parts, and it will be a proud day for Lanty 
McNally when he leads yer to Father Casey to become Mrs. 
Lanty. 

Richard [aside). Which will never happen if I can have my 
way. 

Arte. Ah, Pat, it's blarney ye're giving me. 

Pat. Divil a bit ! Faith and ye know he loves ye. 

Arte. Well, and what of it ? 

Mrs. L. Nothing of it, Arte. Lanty 's a good fellow, and 
you're a treasure ; but I can't think of losing you yet. 

Arte. Sure, Mrs. Livingston, V\\ not leave yet. Lanty can 
wait awhile for me, but ye don't mind me fishing in the trout 
pond do yer ? 

Mrs. L. No, Arte, you are at perfect liberty to do just as you 
please. 

Richard. Sister, if you will get that jewel case, I'll endeavor 
to have it delivered to Squire Carroll. 

Mrs. L. Very well. Will you accompany me? [Goes l.. 

Richard. Certainly. (MRS. L. exit L. 2 E. Aside.) But I'll 

return very shortly and have a quiet chat with [Bus. 

[Exit L. 2 E. 

Arte. Pat, when ye go out will ye take my fish-pole with 
yer ? 

Pat. To be course I will. I'll do anything for you, and well 
you know it, you 

Arte. Go long wid yer blarney, Pat Finnegan. Have ye no 
sense ? 

Pat. Sense is it ? Sure, and I have lots of it. 

[Exit C., with fish and pole. 

Claire {crosses to l. c). So, Arte, you and Lanty are gomg 
to be married, eh ? 

Arte. Well, he hasn't axed me yet. 

Claire. But you think he will ? 

Arte. Think, is it ? Faith and I k7iO'W it. 

Gerald. You're pretty sure, eh ? Well, I'm sure you have 
my best wishes. 

Arte. Yes, it's all right, if Father Casey will give his consent. 

Gerald. His consent ? 

Arte. Yes ; he says I can't marry Lanty till he swears off 
from drinking and goes to work steady for some one. 

Claire. Lanty work steady ? Why, that's almost impossible. 
If he went to work for one person what would all the others do 
that depend on him for their odd jobs. Lanty 's a very useful 
boy, but what about his drinking ? 

Arte. Well, he promised Father Casey last week he'd drink 
only a thimble-full a day, and he told me day before yesterday 
he was keeping his promise to the letter. 



LANTYS LUCK. 9 

Gerald. Let us hope that he will. Claire, shall we continue 
our walk ? 

Claire. Yes, for a short time ; but I must return in time to 
go to the Gap this afternoon ; there's to be a sort of county fair 
and dance on the green. You'll be there of course, Arte ? 

Arte. Did ye ever know Lanty to miss a dance ? Faith, and 
ain't he sure to take me wid him. 

Claire {laugJmig). Lanty 's a good boy, Arte. I'm quite 
ready, Gerald. [Exeunt Gerald <^;?^/ Claire, c. d. 

Arte {loo ki fig after thein). There they go as sweet as honey. 
I wonder does Lanty love me as much as that .-* Oh, well, it's 
no use thinking about it ; if he don't, I'll die an old maid. (Enter 
Richard, l. 2 e.) Faith, and there's the divil. 

Richard {aside). Now is my opportunity. {Aloud.) Miss 
O'Connell ? 

Arte. " Miss O'Connell ! " What is it ? 

Richard. You seem lonely about here with no one to talk 
to. 

Arte. No one is better than some people I know. 

Richard. I hope I'm not one of that kind. 

Arte. Well, I haven't made up my list yet. 

Richard {coming close). When you do, don't put my name 
on it, will you ? 

Arte {breaking away). I can stand up alone, if ye please. 

Richard. Miss O'Connell, I've watched you very closely 
since I've been here, and I want to say something to you now, 
it's the first opportunity I've had. 

Arte. Well, say it quick ; I've no time to waste. 

Richard {bus.). Arte. 

Arte. Miss O'Connell, please your honor. 

Richard. Miss O'Connell, I love you. 

Arte. You do, do you ? 

Richard. Yes, and I want you to marry me. 

Arte. Ye don't want much 

Richard. And I'll take you to Dublin and make a lady of 
you. 

Arte. A lady of me ? Why don't you make a gentleman of 
yourself? 

Richard {aside). Confound her ! {Aloud.) You don't un- 
derstand me. I wish to say that the means at my command 
will give you a place in the society of the city. 

Arte. The society of the city — faith, and what's that ! A lot 
of people in brick houses with a deaf ear to the poor and a blind 
eye to the people in trouble ? No, Mr. Livingston, I'll stay here 
in the country, where there's an open heart for the poor and 
needy, a strong arm to defend the weak, and you can have the 
city all to yourself. [Retires up C 



lO LANTYS LUCK. 

Richard. Confound her ! I'll win her yet. Lanty McNally 
once in jail and she'll change her tune, I warrant. [ExitL. 2 E. 

Arte {coini?ig down). Sure, he's gone now, I guess he'll 
come no more of his didos over me. (Lanty heard outside.) 
Sure and here comes Lanty. I'll pretend I'm asleep. 

\^Lies down on sofa, L. 

Enter Lanty, c. d. 

Lanty. I wonder what they want of me here. I suppose 
the pump is broke or the potatoes won't grow. Ah, look at 
that now. Sure, and I promised Father Casey I'd only drink a 
thimble-full of whiskey every day to keep me nerves in order. 
I just bought one — begorra, it's a tailor's thimble. {Bus.) It 
has no bottom in it. {Drinks.) Sure, and 11 he asks me, I 
can tell him the thimble was nowhere 's near full, and devil a 
lie will it be, either. {Sees Arte.) Ah, there's Arte. Arte ! 
Arte ! She's asleep and dreaming of me. Begorra, it's a night- 
mare she'll have if she don't look out. Arte 1 Wake up, yer 
blackguard. I wonder have she been drinking ? I'll steal a 
kiss while she's asleep. {Bus.) I'll fill the thmible a little 
nearer the top first. {Bus.) Is that some one coming ? {Bus.) 
Ah, how the divil did ye get turned around — that must be good 
whisky. I'll get the kiss anyhow. {Bus.) I thought I heard 
some one coming. {Bus.) Ah, where are ye, anyhow? 

Arte {sitting up). So you're there, are you ? 

Lanty. I'm nowhere else, am I ? 

Arte. Where have ye been for two days ? 

Lanty. I went to the races yesterday and rode Carroll's bay 
colt. 

Arte. Did ye win the race ? 

Lanty. I did, but the horse didn't. 

Arte. You did, but the horse didn't? 

Lanty. He did. 

Arte. You're talking nonsense. 

Lanty. Begorra, I'm not. Ye see, there was three of us in 
it, and just as we got in the stretch, the squire's colt was a 
length and a half ahead when she stumbled and threw me 
clean over the wire, and the other two horses run in three 
lengths ahead of the colt; but I was the hrst one under the 
wire — I mean over the wire. 

Arte. Ye'U break yer neck one of these fine days. 

Lanty. rH not do it but once, I tell you that. 

Arte. Ye spoke the truth for once in your life. 

{Starts to go. 

Lanty {bus.^. Where are you going ? 

Arte. I'm going beyond — let me pass. 

Lanty. Why don't ye go ? 



LANTYS LUCK. II 

Arte. Don't be hindering- me. 

Lanty. Why don't ye go, I'm not holding ye. 

Arte. Why don't ye let me go ? 

Lanty. Because I'm that fond of ye I want ye to kiss me. 

Arte. Didn't ye try it while I was asleep ? 

Lanty. Oho ! Ye was awake, then ? 

Arte. I want you to understand, Lanty, I'm not under any 
obligations to you, I can have me pick of the parish. 

Lanty. I know ye can, but ye won't. 

Arte. I might. There's Pat Clancy. 

Lanty. Pat Clancy, the black-muzzled thief. 

Arte. And Tim Flannegan. 

Lanty. The red-headed blackguard. 

Arte. And Mike Mulvaney. 

Lanty. The knock-kneed villain. Sure, one of his legs is 
like sugar candy and the other licking it. 

Arte. And Dan McLaughlin. 

Lanty. He's bandy-legged and has but one eye. Arte, my 
darlint, don't be talking like that orye'U break my heart. Yer 
know I love yer, and I want yer to be my wile ; and I'll make 
ye the happiest girl in all Dunloe. 

Arte. I was only fooling with yer, Lanty. \^Bus. 

Lanty. Sure and it's blarney ye're giving me. 

Arte. Blarney, is it ? And what's that t 

Lanty. Blarney is an Irish decoction brewed in the old Emer- 
ald Isle, sweeter than mountain dew ; and it's always delivered 
along with a kiss. \^Biis. 

Arte {bus.). I fooled ye that time, Lanty. [Rtuts <7^ L. 2 E. 

Lanty. Begorra, ye did. Well, well, I wonder what they 
want me about here. W^here are they, anyhow ? Why don't 
some one come ? (Enter Gerald and Claire, c. d.) Oh, the 
lady I near broke me knee for last week. [Bows. 

Claire. Lanty, I'm delighted to see you. I want to introduce 
you to Mr. Vaughan. 

Lanty. I'm pleased to meet ye, sir. 

Gerald. I want to couple my thanks with Miss Moreland's for 
your timely rescue 

Lanty. There, there, don't say another word about it. The 
merry twinkle of her eye was all the thanks I wanted, and 
begorra, I got that. 

Enter Richard and Mrs. L., l. 2 e., ivilh Jewel case : 
Lanty, r. ; Claire, r. c. ; Gerald, c. ; Richard, l. c. ; 
Mrs. L., l. 

Richard. You're here at last, eh ? 

[ Crosses to R. ; Claire and Gerald to L. c. 
Lanty. Yes, sir. 



12 LANTYS LUCK. 

Mrs. L. You were not around yesterday ? 
Lanty. No, mam. I was down to the races to ride Squire 
Carroll's colt. 

Claire. The races ! I should dearly love to see a good race. 

Enter Arte, l. 2 e. Lanty and Richard, r. ; Gerald and 
Claire, l. c. ; Mrs. L., l. 

Richard. Lanty, I want ye to take this case of jewels to 
Squire Carroll. [MRS. L. shows jewels. 

Lanty. Sure, they're rale beauties. I will, sir. 

[Richard takes case and puts it on table, r. 

Enter Murty, c. d. 

Murty. A letter for you, sir. 

{^Gives letter and crosses to R. of table R. Bus. of taking 
jewels out of case, while Richard reads letter. 

Richard. I beg your pardon, but this was very important 
business. Here, Lanty, be very careful of it. [Gives case. 

Lanty. I will, sure. I'll take the shortcut across the meadow, 
and be back in the twinkling of an eye. [Exit C. D. 

Richard {aside to Murty). Remember — at the Gap at nine 
to-night 

Murty {aside). I'll be there. [Going. 

Richard. Tell them I'll send an answer to this to-morrow. 

Murty {aside). Sure and he's a foxy man. {Aloud.) I'll 
tell them, sir. Good-day to yez all. [Exit c. D. 

Gerald. As we have considerable time before luncheon. Arte, 
won't you try the song you're to sing at the picnic this after- 
noon ? 

Mrs. L. Yes, Arte, do. [Arte sings. 

After so7ig enter Lanty and Pat, c. d. 

Lanty. Mr. Livingston, there was no jewels in the case. 

Richard. No jewels ? 

Pat a?id Arte. What do you mean ? 

Lanty. 1 mean that when I got to the squire's he opened the 
case and it was empty. 

Richard. The temptation was too great. 

[Richard, r. ; Pat, r. c. ; Lanty ^//^^ Arte, c. ; Claire 
and Gerald, l. c. ; Mrs. H., l. 

Lanty. What's that ? 

Richard. It's no use mincing matters, it's very clear that you 
stole those diamonds. 

Lanty. It's a lie ! * [Starts. 

Pat {restrai7ti?ig him). Hould hard, Lanty. Come, be a 
good boy, and give them back. 

Richard. Oh, nonsense. He can't give them back. 



LANTYS LUCK. 1 3 

Lanty. How do you know ? 

Richard. Well, it isn't likely you'd steal them for the pur- 
pose of giving them back. Pat, go for the constable, and we'll 
send him to jail. 

Lanty. Jail ! 

"Richard. Yes, jail ; that's the place for all vagabonds. Go, 
Pat. [Pat starts. 

Mrs. L. {crosses to C). Stop, Pat. Mr, Livingston, those dia- 
monds were mine, and I refuse to prosecute him. 

Lanty. Oh, Mrs. Livingston, I thank you. \Biis. 

Mrs. L. No, Lanty, I cannot take your hand. 1 will not 
prosecute you, but, under the circumstances, you must go and 
never come here again. [^Crosses to L. 

Pat {bus.). Lanty, Fve known yer ever since ye were a little 
boy, and I always believed in your honesty ; and if ye can come 
back some day with proofs of your innocence Pll have a warm 
welcome for yer. But till then I never want to see yer again, 

Lanty. Mr. Gerald, ye've been a good friend to me, and I'll 
not forget yer, {Business with Arte.) Good-bye. There's a 
mistake here somewhere (bus.), but I'll find it out, and some 
day I'll prove to yez all that Lanty McNally is no thief. 

\^S tarts to go C. 

Arte {breaking through). Lanty ! \_They embrace. 

CURTAIN. 



ACT IL 
Scene I. — Landscape in one. 
Enter Murty at rise from r. 

Murty. So I'm to give these pretty sparklers to Mr. Living- 
ston for fifty pounds, and they're worth at least a thousand. I'll 
be there at nine to-night, but ye'll have to give more nor fifty 
pounds or ye'll not get them, Mr. Richard Livingston. (Entet 
Pat, r. I E.) Going down to the fair, Pat ? 

Pat. Of course I am. Sure, and it's yourself that's not liked 
by the girls anyhow. I don't suppose ye'll be there, will yer ? 

Murty. Of course I will {aside) — if it's only to see the col- 
leens keep away from Lanty McNally. Sure, it'll break his 
heart. {Aloud.) I suppose yer friend Lanty will be there. 

Pat. I suppose so. 

Murty. But no one will spake to him. 

Pat. True for yer, Murty. Ah, sorry 's the day ye stole the 



14 ' LANTYS LUCK. 

diamonds, Lanty. Ye had a thousand friends yesterday ; ye 
haven't one to-day. 

Murty {Jidlf aside). And it's meself that's glad. 

Pat. What's that ? 

Murty. I said it was too bad. 

Pat. It's worse nor that, Murty, it's like a thunder-cloud 
come over the whole country. (Enter Arte, r. i e. Points 
to Arte.) And there's where the lightning struck the worst. 
And are ye going down to the fair. Arte ? 

Arte. Yes, Pat, I'm going down to see the girls and may- 
be 

Pat. Maybe see Lanty, eh ? Ah, ye divil, sure he have one 
friend in you, anyhow. Arte, it's a pity to see so much beauty 
going alone. Is' Pat Finnegan too old to be yer escort, for 
want of a better ? 

Arte. No, Pat, ye're not too old ; but if Lanty 's not with 
me, I'd rather go alone. [Exit L. i E. 

Pat. Have your own way. Arte, but I'll constitute meself 
yer body-guard, and the devil help the one that dare say a word 
to ye. Forward march ! ^ [Exit L. i E. 

Murty. I'll follow them down to the Gap and tell all the girls 
not to spake to Lanty McNally, and not to speak to Arte 
O'Connell if she has anything to do with him. [Exit L. i E. 

Enter Richard Livingston, r. i e. 

Richard. Hist ! Murty ! No, I'd better not be seen talking 
to him ; they might suspect something. Arte O'Connell is no 
nearer won than before. Confound that sister-in-law for a 
blundering fool ! Just as my plan was working well she re- 
fused to have him sent to jail. If I could only get him out of 
the way. Perhaps I can — offer him money. I'll try it. All's 
fair in love and war, and faint heart ne'er won fair lady. 

[Exit L. I E. Change to 



Scene II. — The fair. A wood scene ; full stage. Table at R. 
with two chairs. Statid, with cakes, L. u. E., if possible. 
Maypole dance just breaking up, at rise. 

Enter Vat, followed by Arte, l. u. e. 

Pat {(it entrajice). Come along, Arte, darlin'. Bad 'cess to 
Murty, all the girls have been told not to spake to Lanty, while 
he stays round here. Sure they've caught sight of him, and see 
now — they're all scurrying oft like a flock of pigeons. 

Arte. They're all good girls, and I'll try and shake off this 
terrible feeling I have here and join in the dancing. 

Pat. And I'll be yer partner for want of a better. Wasn't 



LANTYS LUCK. 



15 



Lanty McNally my cousin's boy ? And when she died, dichi't 
I bring him up ? And if he's gone wrong, isn't it my duty to 
look after his widdy ? 

Arte. Not widdy, Pat. 

Pat. Oh, to be course not. (Enter Meg, r. i e.) Oh, Meg ! 
Come, Meg, tell our fortunes. 

Meg. Ah, go long, Pat, it's yerself that has no need of a 
fortune. 

Pat. Tell Arte's, then. 

Meg {taking Arte's haftd). Sure, ye have a dark cloud 
over ye, but by and by the sun will shine again for ye. 

Arte. Meg, could ye tell me Lanty 's ? 

Meg. Sure, and I can't. I haven't seen his star for a long 
while ; but I'll look at it before night. Ye can come to me 
cabin to-night and I'll tell ye. {Aside, crossing L.) Sure, and I 
think Murty McNabb is mixed up in this diamond robbery. 
I'll see him and make him believe I know all, and make him 
share his profits with me. 

Enter Gerald ajid Claire, r. u. e. 

Claire. Good-afternoon. (Arte curtseys, Pat retires up 
with Gerald.) Arte, don't the girls miss some one — I mean 
Lanty ? 

Pat. Of course they do ; but he's stole the diamonds, and 
none of them will speak to him if he comes here. 

Claire. Not even you. Arte ? 

Arte. Miss Claire, Lanty knows I love him, and he knows I 
don't believe him guilty ; but the girls won't speak to me, if I 
speak to him. But I know Lanty will be able to prove his in- 
nocence before long. 

Pat {coming down). Sure, and here comes Lanty now. He 
have lots of cheek to show his face around here. 

[All talk aside, L. ; enter Lanty, r. u. e. 

Lanty {coini?ig down). I wonder what the devil became of 
those diamonds. Good-day to ye, Meg. Here's me last six- 
pence — it's all I have. 

Meg. Long life to ye, Lanty. It's a fine bye ye are, anyhow. 

Richard enters l. u. e. and sits at table, r. 
MuRTY enters R. i e. 

Murty. The top of the day to yer, Lanty. 

Lanty. Go 'long wid yer, Murty McNabb. Ah, there's the 
girls. Hello ! {Bus.) Ye won't spake to me ? This is a strange 
world. A man can be president of a bank and steal a million 
dollars, and be sympathized with by the whole world because 
he's financially embarrassed ; but let a poor boy be only sus- 



1 6 lanty's luck. 

picioned of stealing, and begorra he's the dirtiest blackguard 
that ever lived, P'aith and there's Arte, too. Arte, have you 
gone back on me, too ? {Bus.) Ah there was a good deal in 
that look. Sure, her poor little heart is breaking. What'll I 
do, anyhow ? There's Murty McNabb, begorra, and it's glad 
he is because the girls won't speak to me. If 1 don't have seme 
excitement soon, my heart will bust out of me breast and break 
on the ground. I must do something to keep my spirits up. 
l'll_ril_ni lick Murty. 

Gerald, Lanty, don't go away ; I wish to speak to you. 

Lanty. I'll not go away, sir. I just want to wring the neck 
of that monkey. 

Gerald. Lanty, you're deep enough in disgrace now. 

Lanty. Sure, I'm near drowned m it. If I took those dia- 
monds I wouldn't — ah, what's the use of telling ye I'm inno- 
cent ? Ye wouldn't believe me. 

Gerald. Lanty, you've always had a good name around here. 

[They talk. 

Richard {aside to Murty). Wait here till they go, I wish to 
speak to you. 

Gerald. Lanty, the girls here have only their good names, 
and while the breath of shame hangs over you they don't feel 
justified in speaking to you or associating with you. You don't 
feel angry at them, do you 1 

Lanty. No, I don't feel angry at them, Mr. Vaughan ; but ot 
course it hurts me in here to have them turn agin me when I 
haven't done anything wrong. 

Gerald. Yes, but appearances are against you, and if you'll 
take my advice, you'll not waste a minute talking to any one, 
but devote all your time to finding out what became of those 
diamonds. 

Murty {aside). Ye'll never find them, though. 

Meg (aside). So, ye do know something about them dia- 
monds, Murty McNabb. 

Lanty. It's all very well for you to talk like that, but to one 
who has always been a friend to every one — except Murty Mc- 
Nabb there — its hard not to have one friend left. 

Murty. Ye have me, Lanty. 

Lanty. I don't want ye, ye thief of the world. 

Pat (aside). Good for you, Lanty. 

Gerald. I wish you every success, and if you want a friend 
call on me. [Shakes hattds. 

Lanty. Thank ye, Mr. Vaughan. This warm shake of the 
hand is like a new life to me. I wish all me old friends would 
shake hands with me just once, and then I'd have a lighter 
heart in my breast. 

Pat. Lanty, ye've lost yer good name, and all the people 



lanty's luck. 



around here feel sorry for yer. Lanty, my boy, when yer old 
mother died, she asked me to be a father to yer, and 1 told her 
I would For all these years I've tried my best. I've never 
seen ye do anythmg wrong, and I want ye to to tell me honest— 
did ye take them diamonds ? 

Lanty. Pat, ye've been a good friend to me all these years 
Ye took me to Father Casey and tried yer best to make a good 
man of me ; and many's the time I've stood forninstthe old pho- 
tograph ye have of my mother, and wished she could see how 
well you was keeping yer promise to her in looking after her 
boy. And, Pat, by the memory of that mother, I tell yer here 
now, man to man, I never took those diamonds. 

Pat. I believe yer, my boy, I believe yer. ^Bus 

Gerald. Lanty, take my advice now, and good luck to you* 
Come, Claire. [Bits, of Claire shaki7ig hands with Lanty! . 
Exeunt Gerald and Claire rue 

Pat. Come, Arte. (Arte shakes hands.) We'll go out on 
the lawn now and have another dance, and when Lanty can 
prove his innocence we'll all be glad to see him. 

[Exeunt Pat and Arte, Arte last with busittess of fare- 
well, L. u. E.; Lanty up, looking after them. 

'RiQ,h.^r^{looki7igt(p from paper). Curse him ! My plans 
seem to be slipping right from beneath my feet. I must get him 
away from here. 

Meg {aside to Murty). Ye know where them diamonds are 
Murty. ' 

Murty. I don't. I— I 

Meg. There, I know all about them. Come to me cabin at 
eight to-night. Ye'U know no harum. {Going.) If ye don't 
come, I'll find out yer secret and tell it to the world. 

[Exit L. I e. Murty looks after her aiid then comes up 
and joins Richard at table. 
Lanty {up C). There they go. Well, well, I'll go down the 
road. • Oho, there's a pretty pair to draw to. Ye'd win the pot 
if yer didn't better the hand in the draw. I wonder could they 
know anything about them diamonds. I'll keep me eye on them, 
and if I find it out, there'll be two strange faces in— heaven. 

[Exit R. u. e. 
Re-enters R. i e., and gets under table R., unobserved. The 
table is close to wing, 
Richard. Is everything all right .? 
Murty. It is. I have them hid safe. 

Enter Arte, l. u. e., and overhears. 
Richard. Be here with them at nine to-night. 
Murty. I'll be on hand, never fear. I'll go down and have 
a look at them now. [Exit R. i E. 

2 



1 8 LANTYS LUCK. 

Arte. I wonder what they're talking about now ? 

Richard. So much for {Turns ajid sees Arte.) Ah, 

my, dear Miss O'Connell, you're looking as bright as ever. 

Arte. Am I, though ? Well, it's no thanks to you that 
I am. 

Richard. Come, let us be friends, at least. 

Arte. No ; there goes the only kind of friends you deserve 
— Murty McNabb. 

Richard {aside). Could she have heard anything. {Aloud.) 
Ah, Murty is a good fellow, and I wish to help him along a 
little. 

Arte. Well, ye can do as you please wid him, but I don't want 
ye to help me at all. 

Richard. Don't you see plainly that I love you ? 

Arte. Don't you see plainly that I don't love you ? 

Richard {aside). It's plain there's nothing to be gained as 
long as Lanty McNally is around. {Aloud.) Miss O'Connell, 
I'm sorry you and I cannot come to an understanding. I'll 
bid you good-day in hopes that when I see you again that 
Lanty McNally will be able to prove his innocence. 

[Exit R. I E. 

Arte. His innocence, is it ? Faith, and he will. I wonder 
where he is ? I must tell him about this meeting at nine 
o'clock. 

Lanty {bus. of goijig out and re-enteri7ig, L. 2 E.). Don't go 
away. 

Arte. I don't want to leave you, Lanty, but I promised the 
girls I would not speak to ye till ye could clear yer fair name. 
But I'm going to help ye do it, Lanty. 

Lanty. And with your help, darlint, I'm sure to do it. But 
what puzzles me is what the divil became of those diamonds. 
I saw them in the case when I started, and when I got to the 
squire's they were gone. 

Arte. Sure it's a mystery, anyhow ; but I heard them say 
they were going to meet here at nine o'clock. 

Lanty. Then it's myself that'll make that meeting three 
handed. 

Arte. Let me come with yer ; then we can play partners. 

Lanty. Partners, is it 1 Faith, and the best place tor you is 
home in your bed. 

Arte. Lanty, I don't think ye like me as much as ye used to. 

Lanty. Like ye, darlint ? sure, and I do, but while this ter- 
rible charge in hanging over me, I have but one thought, and 
that is to find out who is to blame for it ; and when I do, I'll — 
I'll — well, I won't fall in love with them, that's certain. 

Arte. Keep yer two eyes on Murty McNabb. I think he 
have something to do with it sure. 



LANTYS LUCK. 1 9 

Lanty {bics). Arte, yer have more brains than the whole 
county put together. [Laughter outside. 

Arte. Here come the girls and boys. Go on, now ; don't let 
them see ye, {Bus.) Go on, will yer ? {Bus.) Will ye go ? 

Lanty. Of course I will. Blarney is an Irish decoction 
brewed in the old Emerald Isle, sweeter than mountain dew, and 
it's alway delivered along with a kiss. {Kisses her.) Ye didn't 
fool me that time. [Exit R. i E. 

Arte. Go long, ye blackguard. He fooled me that time. 
{Loud taugh heard outside.) Ah, here comes Pat. (Enter Pat, 
L. u. E.) Wliat is the matter, Pat .? 

Pat. I tell you how it was, Arte. We were out on the green 
playing games, and we played " Down in the Well.'' Ye see 
one ot the boys stands in the well, and the girls says, " Where 
are ye 1 " And he says, " I'm down in the well." Then the 
giris says, •' How many feet deep are ye 1 " And the boy says, 
" Three or four feet." And then all the girls has to kiss him 
that many times. Well, it come my turn to be in the well, and 
when they asked me how deep — " Ten miles," sez I ; and be- 
gorra, they all lett me there to drown. 

Arte. Serves ye right, Pat ; ye had no right to be down so 
deep. [Crosses to L 

Enter Gerald, Mrs. L., ^/z^/ Claire, r. u. e. 

Mrs. L. It was impossible for me to pass the day without 
wishing you all a pleasant time at the fair. 

Pat. Sure, it's yerself that has a big heart. 

Mrs. L. After the fair is over, you may ask the boys and 
girls up to the manor, and have some cider on the lawn. 

Pat. Look at that now. 

Enter Richard ^;z^Murty, r. i e. 

Richard. Good-day, sister. Have you seen Lanty ? 

[MuRTY, R., Richard, r. c, Mrs. L., c, Gerald and 
Claire tip l. c, Pat, l. c. Arte, l. 

Mrs. L. He is not here, is he, Pat ? 

Pat. Faith, and he's not. 

Richard. I feel very sorry for the trouble he is in, and I 
wish to be his friend. 

Arte. He don't want yer friendship. 

Richard (aside). As spiteful as ever. {Aloud.) Well, he 
can accept it or not, as he chooses. 

Mrs. L. Arte, you have been the little sunbeam of my life, 
but for your own good I should advise that you give up Laniy's 
friendship until he has cleared his name of this charge. {Crosses 
to l. to Arte. Enter Lanty, r. u. e. and cotnes down c.) Lanty 
McNally, there is no one regrets more keenly than I do your 



20 LANTYS LUCK. 

position in this matter, but I have just advised Arte that for her 
own good it is best that she avoid your company for the present. 

[MuRTY a7id Richard, r. ; Lanty, c, Mrs. L., l. c, Arte 
and Pat, t. ; Gerald and Claire, up stage, 

Richard {aside). Now's my chance to get him away. 
{Aloud.) Lanty, I want to be your friend. [Offers hand. 

Lanty {bits.). I don't want ye. 

Arte. Good for you ! 

Pat. Shut up, yer blackguard. 

Richard. I wish to give you some money to leave the country 
and start life anew. 

Lanty. I don't want any of your money ; it would burn the 
skin off my hands. 

Arte. Hurrah ! 

Pat. Shut up, ye divil. 

Richard. Think well of this matter. I'll give you fifty 
pounds, if you'll promise to leave here for good. 

Lanty. I tell you once for all I don't want you or your 
money either. 

Richard. Have a care ! You may regret this. Remember, 
you have nothing here — no money — no friends ; and with your 
good name gone, what have you got ? 

Lanty. True for yer, I've got no money and no — {bus.) 
few friends ; and my good name is tarnished. But I've got a 
feeling in my heart that I've never done anything in all my life 
that would bring to my cheek the blush of shame — what have 
you got in yours ? 

Richard. Enough of this ! Will you accept my offer or not ? 

Lanty. No. 

Pat. Hurrah ! 

Arte. Shut up ! 

Lanty. Accept this money, go away and leave my name in 
the keeping of such blackguards as you and Murty McNabb 
there ? No, Richard Livingston, I've made up my mind to stay 
here and get to the bottom of this affair, and when I do, the 
man that's guilty will wish he never was born. Are you that 
man ? 

Richard. You dare ! {Raises cane.) 

Lanty {takes cane and breaks it). If ye don't look out ye'll 
break yer cane. 

CURTAIN. 



LANTYS LUCK. 21 



ACT III. 



Scene I. — Old Meg's hut in two. Meg's sJdrt, shawl and cap 
are hanging on flat. Small three-legged stool and table, 
R., with candle burning. 

Lanty enters cautiously d. in F. at rise. 

Lanty, Meg— Meg ! Where the divil is she, anyhow ! 
Meg ! — I guess she's out. I heard Murty McNabb promise to 
be here at eight o'clock. Meg ! {Looks off R.) Ah, there she 
is, and drunk, I guess. Sure, she's snoring like a locomotive. 
I'll hide under the table while she's talking to Murty and hear 
what he says. Ah, I wonder would he know me. I'll try it, any- 
how. {Bus. of putting on ^\y.q,'^ clothes.) I hope Meg don't 
wake up. {Bus. of pipe and stool.) Sure I'm a witch now. 
{Knock.) There he is now. {Bus. with stool ; knock heard at 
D. in F. ; business.) Come in. (Enter Arte, d. in v.) Begorra, 
it's Arte ! I'm gone now. 

Arte. I'm here as ye told me, Meg. 

Lanty {aside). I didn't tell her to come here. {Aloud, 
imitating Meg's voice) And what de ye want ? 

Arte. Didn't ye promise to tell me Lanty 's fortune if I come 
to ye to-night ? 

Lanty. Oh, to be sure I did. Well, he's a very bad boy. 

Arte. He's not. 

Lanty. Faith, and I ought to know better than you. Keep 
still, will ye ? He's in love with all the girls in Dunloe. 

Arte. Is he ? The blackguard ! 

Lanty. He is. He tells me all his business. 

Arte. What does he say about me ? 

Lanty. Oh, nothing of any consequence. 

Arte. And he knows I love him so. 

Lanty. And do you love him, Arte ? 

Arte. Oh, Meg, of course I do. And can't ye make the 
stars tell you who stole the diamonds ? 

Lanty {aside). I don't know about the stars, but I'm going 
to try and make Murty McNabb tell me. {Aloud.) And what 
do you want to know who took them for ? 

Arte. I don't believe a word ye say about Lanty. I know 
he loves me. 

Lanty {aside). Begorra, she's right. 

Arte. And I want to help him clear this charge. So see 
can ye tell me who took them, 

Lanty (aside). She want's to help me, the darlint I {Aloud.) 



2 2 LANTYS LUCK. 

Arte, I can't tell ye anything about the diamonds now, but I'll 
tell ye all about them to-morrow {aside), if I know meself. 

Arte. Meg, when ye see Lanty again, and he tells ye all his 
secrets, put in a good word for me, will you ? 

Lanty. Divil a word ! Ye'U have to do it yerself. Why 
didn't ye speak to him at the fair to-day ? 

Arte. Oh, Meg, it nearly broke my heart not to speak to 
him ; but I know he'll be able to prove his innocence before 
long, and then I'll hug him and kiss him all the time to make 
up for it. 

Lanty {aside). Ye will that. {Aloud.) And do you really 
love him as much as that. Arte ? 

Arte. I love him more than I can tell you, Meg ; and if he 
was here this minute, I'd put me arms around his neck and tell 
him so. 

Lanty {aside). Begorra, she'll skin me alive when she finds 
out it's me. {Kjiock at D. in F. ; in his natural voice) Be- 
gorra, that's Murty. 

Arte {bus.) That voice ! 

Lanty {aside). The cat's out now. 

Arte. Is that you, Lanty McNally ? 

Lanty. Sure, and it's no one else. But get out of here. 
Here comes Murty McNabb. 

Arte. And ye let me tell you all about my love. 

Lanty. We've no time to talk of that now. Get out of here 
now. {Bus.) No, Murty '11 see ye. {Bus.) Hold on — ye'U 
wake old Meg up. Here — get under the table. 

Arte {after bus.). What for did ye let me tell yer all my 
secrets ? 

Lanty. Hould yer whist, ye divil. {Bus.) Come in ! {Bus.) 
Shut up, ye blackguard. Come in ! (Enter Murty, d. in F.) 
The top of the evening to yer, Murty. 

Murty. What did ye want of me, Meg ? 

Lanty. Sure, the spirits told me all about the diamonds. 

Murty. They did ! 

Lanty, They did. They tell me everything. Now where 
did ye put them ? 

Murty. I didn't take them. 

Lanty. Then who did ? 

Murty. I thought ye knew all about them ? 

Lanty {aside). Begorra, he had me there. {Aloud.) So I 
do, and I want my share of them, Murty, or I'll go to the con- 
stable and tell him all about it. 

Murty. Ye know nothing, Meg. 

Lanty. I know all. Ain't ye to meet Mr. Livingston at nine 
o'clock at the Gap to-night ? 

Murty, How did ye find that out 1 



LANTY S LUCK. 2^ 

Lanty. The stars told me. Sure, I know all about it. 

Murty. Then ye know it was Richard Livingston made me 
do it. 

Lanty. Yes — yes ! 

Arte {pu/s head ouf). Oh, the villain ! 

lidiTitY {aside). Shut up! Ye'll spoil it all. {Aloud.) Go 
on, Murty ; tell me all about it. What did ye do with them ? 

Murty. I'll tell ye no more. When 1 get my money, I'll 
give you five pounds, and that'll keep yer mouth close. Eh, 
Meg ? 

Lanty {aside). I'd like to give him a pug in the eye. 
{Aloud.) And when will ye give me the five pounds ? 

Murty. I'll bring it to ye to-night, as soon as I get it. 

Lanty. Very well, Murty, don't forget poor old Meg, and 
she'll keep yer secret for yer. 

Murty. All right, Meg. Yer a good soul ; I'll not forget ye. 

[Exit D. in F. 

Lanty. Now, Richard Livingston, I'll attend to you. 

Arte {coming out). Sure, Lanty, I knew ye were innocent all 
the time. \Bus. 

Lanty. We've no time to lose now. I must be at the Gap 
before nine o'clock. 

Arte. And I'll go with ye, Lanty. 

Lanty. Very well, come quick. Begorra, I can't run in 
these. {Bus.) Come — come ! [Exeunt through d. in f. 

Change to 



Scene IL — Landscape in one. 

Lanty {outside). Howld on — howld on ! Do ye want me 
to break my neck ? 

Enter Lanty arid Arte, l. i e. 

Arte. Come on ! Ye'll never get there. 

Lanty. I'm glad I don't wear these all the time. 

Arte. Lanty, I have a plan. Let me put those on, and I'll 
keep Richard Livingston while you watch tor Murty McNabb, 
and see can ye get the diamonds. 

Lanty {bus.). Arte, ye have more brains than all Dunloe 
put together. Here ! {Ad libitum btcsiness of changing 
clothes.) There ye are, all right now. 

Arte. Come, then, let's get there as soon as possible. Sure 
the people at home will think I'm dead. 

Lanty. Dead, is it ? Sure, if they could see ye, they'd say 
ye were the liveliest corpse they ever saw. 

[Exit R. I E. Change to 



24 LANTYS LUCK. 

Scene III. — The Gap of Dunloe. Full stage ; same as Scene 

II. Act II 

Enter Murty, r. u. e., at rise. 

Murty. I wonder how Old Meg found out about them dia- 
monds. Shure, she's in league with the devil I do be thinking. 
{Takes out Jewels.) Oh, the beauties ! I hate to part with ye. 
{Puts them back.) Faith, and I won't either, unless the master 
gives me more nor fifty pounds. They're worth one hundred 
at least. I'll tell him I have them buried in the woods beyond, 
and I'll not tell him where unless he gives me at least one hun- 
dred pounds. 

Enter Richard, r. u. e. 

Richard. Ah, Murty, punctual, I see. 

Murty. Yes, yer honor. 

Richard {aside). I haven't the money with me, but if I once 
get the diamonds in my possession, I can defy him. {Aloud.) 
Have ye the diamonds ? 

Murty. Not with me. 

Richard. What do you mean ? Where are they ? 

Murty. I have them hid in the woods beyond. 

Richard. Go and get them at once. 

Murty. Have ye the money with you ? 

Richard. Oh, you'll find me a man of honor. Get the dia- 
monds, and I'll give you your money. 

Murty. The money's not enough. 

Richard. Fifty pounds not enough ! Why, man, that's more 
money than you ever had in your life before. 

Murty. Look here, Mr. Livingston, I've done all the dirty 
work in this matter, and I consider fifty pounds too small a 
reward. I want one hundred pounds. 

Richard {aside). Curse him ! He has me in his power. 
Well, I may as well promise a hundred ; he'll get nothing once 
I lay my hands on those jewels. {Aloud.) Very well, Murty, 
you've done your work well, and I don't mind paying you well. 
Give me the jewels, and I'll give you a hundred-pound note. 

Murty. I must have fifty now. 

Richard. Not a farthing till I have the diamonds. 

Murty. Then divil a one do ye get, 

Richard. You villain ! If you play me false, I'll 

Murty. Don't lose yer temper. I want one hundred pounds 
for my share of this work — fifty pounds now, and fifty when I 
give the jewels. Sure, they're worth a thousand. 

Richard. Go and get those diamonds, or by heaven I'll 
strangle the breath out of your worthless body. Bus.] 

Murty {struggles). Help ! help ! 



LANTYS LUCK. 2^ 

Enter Arte, r. u. e. 

Arte. What are ye doing with poor Murty ? 

Murty. Old Meg ! 

Richard {aside). Go and get the jewels and I'll give you the 
money. 

Murty. One hundred pounds ? 

Richard. Yes ; I'll give it to you as soon as I get the dia- 
monds. 

Murty. Very well, but if ye play me false, ye'd best look 
out. 

Richard. Go now. I'll get rid of Old Meg. (Exit Murty, 
L. 2 E.) Ah, Meg, what brings you out this time of night ? 

Arte. Sure, the stars towld me all about the diamonds, and 
I come down to get my share ot the money. 

Richard {aside). There's something wrong here. {Aloud.) 
Meg, you're dreaming. What diamonds ? 

Arts. Didn't you have Murty steal the diamonds, and didn't 
he agree to give them to you here to-night at nine o'clock ? 

Richard. Woman or devil ! Who are you ? 

Arte. Only poor Old Meg Morgan, the witch ot Dunloe. 

Richard {aside). She appears to know all about this, who 
could have told her ? {Aloud.) Well, Meg, there's a tive pound 
note ; go hon\e and say nothing about the diamonds. 

Arte {natural voice). I don't want your money, Richard 
Livingston. 

Richard. Then you are 

Arte. Arte O'Connell. So ye did take them diamonds, eh ? 
And tried to hx the blame on poor Lanty McNally. Shame 
on ye ! 

Richard {aside). I must silence her till I can get a warrant 
for the arrest of Lanty ; with him out of the way, no one will 
believe her story against mine. {Rushes at her. Enter Lanty 
disguised as MURTY, L. 2 E.) Here, Murty, seize her. {Bus.) 
Now she's safe for a time at least. Have you the diamonds .^ 

Murty {outside). Mr. Livingston ! Mr. Livingston ! 

\Runs on, L. 2 e. 

Richard. Murty McNabb ! By the powers, then who are 
you ? 

Lanty. Lanty McNally ! \Close in to 

Scene IV. — Landscape in one. 

Enter Arte, r. i e. 

Arte {laughing). I never saw a man so scared in all my lile 
as Richard Livingston. He just turned and ran as fast as his 
feet would carry him. " Why don't ye catch him, Lanty ? " sez I. 



26 



LANTY S LUCK. 



•' What good will it do ? I haven't the diamonds," sez he. "Go 
down to the glen and wait for me there, and I'll till Murty up to 
the neck with whisky and try and get the diamonds. I'm sure 
he has them," sez he. " All right and good luck to you," sez I ; 
and I left him there with Murty a-drowning their sorrows 
in whisky. I declare I'm so happy at the thought that Lanty 
will be able to prove his innocence, I could sing and dance all 
night. 1 think I'll try a short one while I'm waiting for him. 

[^Smgs and exit K.. i E. 

Enter Lanty and Murty, l. i e. 

Lanty. Come, Murty ; have another drink. {Bus. aside.) 
I'll fill him so full his mother won't know him. Have another. 

\^Bus. 

Murty. Lanty, my knees is getting weak. 

Lanty. Then sit down there and rest yourself. {Bus.) If I 
could only get him to talk about the diamonds. Murty, avick, 
where did you put the diamonds ? 

Murty. Diamonds ! I'm— I'm— listen, Lanty, I'll sing ye a 
song. \^Bus. of singing. 

Lanty. It's a fine voice ye have, Murty. {Aside.) But ye 
have hard luck with the notes. 

Murty. Yes, I have a good voice. All the girls used to be 
struck on my singing. They used to send me notes by the 
hundred. 

Lanty. They did. Then why the divil didn't ye put a few 
of them notes in your voice. Have another drmk. 

Enter Arte, r. i e. 

Murty. Who's that 1 

Lanty. It's only Arte O'Connell. 

Murty. You're a nice girl. Arte ; I'd like to kiss you. 

Lanty. Git out, ye 

Arte. Whist, Lanty ; if ye make him mad, ye'll never get 
the secret from him. Let me kiss him. 

Lanty. What ! 

Arte. Look out, ye have no sense. If I humor him, I may 
get him to speak. Get up, Murty. {Bus.) Do you want to kiss 
me, Murty ? 

Lanty. Look out, Arte, ye'll get poisoned. 

\Bus. of Scotch kiss. Arte rmis off, r. i e. 

Murty. Scotch ! That's what I call a dirty Irish trick. 

Lanty. Don't mind her, Murty; she's only fooling. Have 
another drink. {Bus.) Come. Murty, give me the diamonds, 
and I'll be the happiest man alive. 

Murty. The diamonds ! The ones I stole out of the case 
while he was reading the letter .? 



LANTY S LUCK. 27 

Lanty (aside.) Oh, the blackguard ! {Aloud.) Yes ; where 
are they ? 

Murty. I'm not going to tell yer. I have them safe. 

Lanty. Yes, where ? — where ? 

Murty. Where Lanty McNally will never find them. 

Lanty. Lanty will never find them ? 

Murty. No, he'll never get them. 

Lanty. Have another drink ? {Bus.) Where have ye got 
them ? 

Murty. Tve got them here. {Bus.) Wait till I show you 
how they sparkle. • [Takes out jewels. 

Lanty. Give them to me, yer thievin' blackguard ! Now, 
Richard Livingston, I have ye. Come, ye drunken thief. 

[Exit L. I E. Change to 



Scene V. — The Grange, same as hi Act I. 
Gerald, Mrs. L. and Claire discovered at rise. 

Mrs. L. I wonder where Arte can be ; it's past nine o'clock, 
and no sign of her anywhere. 

Claire. Perhaps she's out looking for Lanty. Bless her heart, 
Lanty has a true friend in her. 

Gerald. The more I think about this matter the more I think 
Lanty is innocent. If he was guilty, he wouldn't stay around 
here ; and to-day when the girls refused to speak to him, I saw 
the tears come to his eyes, and that would not occur if he were 
guilty. 

Mrs. L. Time will tell, Gerald ; but don't you think yer had 
better walk dov/n the lane and see if you can find any tidings 
of Arte ? 

Gerald. Yes, but before I go, I should like to tell you that 
Claire and I are going to be 

Mrs. L. Married ? Well, I guessed as much a week ago. 
You have my best wishes for a long happy life [Crosses to L. c. 

Claire. Yes, Alice ; and I'm so happy. And if only poor 
little Arte was but half so happy, I'd be perfectly satisfied. But 
go, Gerald, and see if you can find her. Get Pat to go with you. 

Gerald. Very well. I'll not be gone long. [Exit C D. 

Mrs. L. So, Claire, you and Gerald have made it all up be- 
tween you, eh ? Shall we go to the library and try over a few 
songs until Gerald returns t 

Claire. Just as you say, Alice. [Exeunt Claire and Mrs. 

L., R. 2 E. 
Enter Richard, c. d. 

Kichard. Curses on Murty McNabb for a blundering fool ! 



28 lanty's luck. 

I have a warrant here for Lanty's arrest which I procured from 
the Squire on my way up here ; and with him safely lodged in 
jail, I may yet be able to hoodwink them all. Alice put some 
money in this drawer this morning ; I may need that. {Takes 
mo7tey.) Now, Lanty McNally, I'll have every constable in 
Dunloe on your track with instructions to take you dead or 
alive. [Goes up c. 

Enter Arte, cjollowed by Gerald and Pat. 

Arte. Ye'U find him alive, Richard Livingston. 

Enter Mrs. L. a?td Claire, r. 2 e. 

Kichard {aside). I must use a little diplomacy here. {Aloud.) 
Ah ; been out tor a moonlight ramble, Miss O'Connell ? 

Arte. It's yourself that knows mighty well where I've been. 

Richard. I ! Why, how should I know ! 

Arte. It's a wonder yer tongue don't stick to the roof of yer 
mouth, with all yer lies. Wasn't you down to the Gap at nine 
o'clock to-night to meet Murty McNabb? 

Richard. Why, certainly not. I was down at my kennels 
looking after the hounds. \Vho says I was at the Gap ? 

Arte. I clo. 

Richard. I'm sorry to contradict you. Miss O'Connell, but 
you must be mistaken. Who is your witness ? 

Enter Lanty and Murty, c. d. 

Lanty. The both of us. 

Richard ('if-yzV/6'). Curse him ! {Aloud.) Who will believe the 
word of a vagabond ? 

Lanty. I don't ask ye to believe me, but here is the tool ye 
employed to do the dirty work, and then tried to beat him out 
of his promised reward. Speak, ye devil yer, or I'll break 
every bone in your body. 

Murty. It's true. I stole the diamonds at his bidding, and 
tried to fix the blame on Lanty. 

Richard. You lie ! 

Lanty. Well, if he does, the diamonds don't. 

Richard. Enough of this. I have a warrant here for your 
arrest. You will have a chance to tell this network of lies at 
the proper time. 

Gerald. Lanty, I am a magistrate, and I have the power to 
change the name in the warrant. Give it to me and then you 
can have that black-hearted villain arrested and placed in the 
cell he v/ould have put you in. 

Lanty. No, Mr. Vaughan. {Tears warrant.) When I was 
accused of the robbery yerself and Mrs. Livingston refused to 



LANTY S LUCK. 29 

prosecute me, and shall I have less mercy than you ? No ! 
Richard Livingston, ye served me a mean trick, but I forgive 
yer. That is, I forgive ye for five minutes. Go — but if I 
meet yer around here again, there'll only be me left. 

Richard. Well, I've lost. I suppose I'll have to make the 
most of it, I bid you all a kind good-night and good-bye. 

[Exit CD. 

Lanty. Don't mention it. 

Murty. Where's my fifty pounds? 

Lanty. Go after him and collect it. 

{Bus. Exit Murty, c. d. 



Pat. 

Arte. 



Lanty. 



Mrs. L. Richard. Murty. Gerald. 

Clair. 

Claire {crosses to Gerald). And so the diamond mystery has 
been solved at last. 

Mrs. L. Yes, and rid me of the presence of that man at the 
same time. Pat, you promised Lanty when he could prove his in- 
nocence you'd have a warm welcome for him. Have you got it.? 

Pat (crosses to R. corner). To be course I have ; and it's so 
warm it's burning the heart out of me. 

Arte. Go along, Pat. Ye were like me, ye never believed he 
took them at all, at all. 

Lanty. Here's yer brooch, ma'am ; and it's glad I am to be 
able to return them to ye. And now, Arte, do ye love me still ? 

Arte. Ye know better. 

Lanty. Then ye can tell Father Casey that I'm going to 
work for some one steady, and we'll have him marry us to-morrow. 

Claire. And who is the some one ? 

Lanty. Can ye ask me ? Why, sure, it's my own little 
darlint, Arte O'Connell. 

Arte. And how about the drinking ? 

Lanty. Well, tell him I'll still keep the thimble, and sure it's 
a good one. 

Mrs. L. And now, Lanty, that the diamond brooch has cost 
you so much anxiety, I'll make it a wedding-present to Mrs. 
Lanty McNally. 

Arte. Thank ye, Mrs. Livingston, and sure, Lanty, ye can 
have a pin made out of this loose one. 



so 



LANTYS LUCK. 



Lanty. No, darlint, keep thim all yourself. Sure, a diamond 
on Lanty McNally would be like a pink ribbon tied on the end 
of a pig's tail. And now that the dark cloud that hung over me 
head has turned and showed it's silver lining, in view of the 
troubles I've had, I'm sure no one will be jealous of {leading 
Akty. forward) " Lanty's Luck." 



Arte, Lanty, 



Mrs. L., 



Pat. 



Claire, 

Gerald. 



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suitability for anjateur performance has been shown by hundreds of such pro- 
ductions from mauuscriitt during the past three years. Plays two hours and 
a half. (1892.) 



A Drama in Four Acts. By Arthur "W. 
Pi>'ERO. Eight male and five female charac- 
ters; scenery, all interiors. This is a"iirob- 
lem" play continuing the series to which " The 
Profligate " and "The Second Mrs. Tanqueray" 
belong, and while strongly dramatic, and intensely interesting is not suited for 
amateur performance. It is recommended for Heading Clubs. (1895.) 

TT-TF PROFT TfiATF I A Play in Four Acts. By Arthur TV. PiXE- 
•' ■*■ -"-^ ■•■ •rv.vyJTl-lVjrv 1 J-» jj„ Seven male and five female characters. 

' Scenery, three interiors, rather elaborate ; 

costumes, modern. This is a piece of serious interest, powerfully dramatic in 
movement, and tragic in its event. An admirable play, but not suited for ama- 
teur performance. (1892.) 

THF ^rrrOOT MT^TRF^^ I A Farce in Three Acts. By Arthur 
inc. 0\^nV>W^l^lVUO i ISJO^> t ^y Pinero. Nine male, seven fe- 

' male characters. Costumes, mod- 
ern ; scenery, three interiors, easily arranged. This ingenious and laughable 
farce was played by Miss Kosina Yokes during her last season in America with 
great success. Its plot is amusing, its action rapid and full of incident, its dia^ 
logue brilliant, and its scheme of character especially rich in quaint and humor- 
ous types. The Hon. VereQueckett and Peggy are especially strong. The piece 



is in all respects suitable for amateurs. (1894.) 

THE SECOND 
MRS. TANQUERAY, 



A Play in Four Acts. By Arthur W. 
PiXERo. Eight male and five female char- 
acters. Costumes, modern ; scenery, three 
interiors. This well-known and powerful 
play is not well suited for amateur per- 
formance. It is offered to Mr. Pinero's admirers among the reading public in 
answer to the demand which its wide discussion as an acted play has created. 
(1894.) Also in Cloth, $1.00. 

^WFFTT T AVF'NTi'PT? I a Comedy in Three Acts. By Arthur 
O W EJ:. 1 i^^y rA^l^nS^* | ^r pj^ero. Seven male and four female 

' characters. Scene, a single interior, the 
same for all three acts ; costumes, modern and fashionable. This well known 
and popular piece is admirably suited to amateur players, bv whom it has been 
often given during the last few years. Its story is strongly sympathetic, and its 
comedy interest abundant and strong. (1893.) 

THE TIMES I A Comedy in Four Acts. By Arthur W. Ptxero. Six 

'-*^'^* I male and seven female characters. Scene, a single ele- 

-—^—^————^— gant interior ; costumes, modern and fashionable. An 
entertaining piece, of strong dramatic interest and admirable satirical humor. 
(1892.) 

THE \X/KATCFR ^^FV I a Comedy in Three Act.'=<. By Arthur 
XX 11^ Wi:.ArsJLI^ ^JI A, [ w. PixKRO. Eight male and eight female 
, characters. Costumes, modern ; scenery, 

two interiors, not difficult. This very amusing comedy was a popular feature of 
the repertoire of Mr. and Mrs. Kendal in this country. It presents a plot of 
strong dramatic interest, and its incidental satire of'"AVoman's Bights" em- 
ploys some admirably humorous characters, and inspires many very clever lines. 
Its leading characters are unusually even in strength and prominence, which 
makes it a very satisfactory piece for amateurs. (1894.) 



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A Glimpse of the Brownies. A 

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.^. Market Day. An Operetta for Young 
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Queen Flora's Day Dream. An 

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